bare yellow bulb, vol 1 don't cry for me belladonna
the world says daytime
sunshine
chocolate
chocolate
oh how the world says chocolate
but i say no
no
like a toddling child
always no
no
you cannot make me
you cannot make me
you cannot
make me
be you
i am nighttime
i am rain
i am vanilla
do we choose to be different because it allows us to remain separate? or do we choose to entwine while our differences pull us apart? because we are different, do we draw lines around ourselves and lines around others and delineate the separation? or do we draw lines because we are all the same and in the sameness we see our mutual collective reflected selves and we are disgusted by the sight of the very thing i hate in myself, in you. get away from me!
sleepy sheep plod like lumbering lemmings,
tumbling bumbling barrelling stumbling
ever madding maddening herd of hogs
over the cliff and into the sea.
posted by ace @ 18:41
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3 Comments:
This:
"sleepy sheep plod like lumbering lemmings,
tumbling bumbling barrelling stumbling
ever madding maddening herd of hogs
over the cliff and into the sea."
This captures the spirit of the times: what a weird and fraying world we are living in. Madding maddening.
"sleepy sheep plod like lumbering lemmings,
tumbling bumbling barrelling stumbling
ever madding maddening herd of hogs
over the cliff and into the sea."
Preemptive memories of Saturday morning.
jeff - thank you for your thoughtful comment.
miss tonay - i predict that less than 10% of your faithful followers fall into the sea on saturday.
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